Goodbye, My Love

“These potatoes also weigh two pounds. So, do you reckon it’s your scale that’s inaccurate, or are you attempting to hoodwink us?”

Panicked, the butcher’s eyes darted around as he mopped his brow. He surreptitiously removed a small magnet from under the scale, his hand resting innocently on its side.

“Alright, I’ll re-weigh it for you. I don’t want to be wrongfully accused,” he said, visibly agitated.

He placed the potatoes on the scale, and they weighed exactly two pounds.

Sporting a triumphant grin, he feigned innocence. “See, the scale is perfect. You were mistaken…”

Loraine acted swiftly, swapping the potatoes for the meat on the scale.

a half pounds, falling

laugh, eyeing the flabbergasted butcher, but said nothing. Instead, she set down

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you hardly seem to be financially strapped! Why harass a small vendor like me, request a specific cut, and then refuse

targeted Loraine’s petite figure, and he tried to seize

attempt. Instead, a powerful hand secured

it’s painful!” he cried

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to free himself from the tight grip that held his wrist Like unyielding

to cheat me and even resort to

began to gather, their

muttering speculations about the